daylily

i worked among the lilies,
freeing them from winters rot and decay,
rolling back the tangle of dead tendrils,
with every brutal cut,
exposing the tender shoots to the cool of spring air
and the promise of sunshine,
i felt like God,
caring for the most insignificance of life,
preparing them for the moment they were meant for,
to bloom but for one day,
not lamenting the brevity of their fourishing,
but delighting in the mere existance of such a beauty